Friday, March 20, 2015



Well she's walking through the clouds
With a circus mind that's running wild
Butterflies and zebras
And moonbeams and fairytales
That's all she ever thinks about
Riding with the wind

When I'm sad she comes to me
With a thousand smiles she gives to me free
It's alright, she says it's alright
Take anything you want from me
Anything

Fly on little wing.